A Riddle (pssst…)

It howls like the high wind

It goes and comes back again

and doesn’t tell where it’s been.

But what is it, dear?

It acts out the fools part

It beats like a warm heart

It creaks like a horse cart,

but what is it, dear?

It whispers, it fumbles,

through dark ages tumbles,

and down dark roads stumbles with low lantern burning.

It lives and loves dearly,

prays for light sincerely,

treads silently, weirdly a Small Planet turning.

 

It loses you, finds you,

forgets and reminds you.

Its radiance blinds you,

but what is it,

dear?

 

It riddles, it rattles,

it rants, raves, and prattles

and chooses its battles by tossing a dime.

Flaunts childish behavior,

forgives like a savior,

and rouses poor poets to rally their rhymes.

It plays every angle,

ensnares and entangles.

It maims and it mangles, but what is it, dear?

It’s something that hearts do

to struggle and live through,

though it makes you feel blue…

So now is it clear?

I think you know, dear.

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